I’m posting a little late today because, well, I haven’t had two seconds to sit down and post. Actually, I spent a good deal of time yesterday thinking of some topics for today, but, I needn’t have worked that hard.
You see, a few days ago Benjamin presented with a lovely, raging ear infection. Out of nowhere. So…rush to the pedi, cry, scream, wail, Motrin, Motrin, Motrin and? Anti-biotics. Our first ever for him. (His sister all but lived on them.)
Omnicef. Capable of leaping tall buildings in a single bound. Or? Turning your shit red.
But he hasn’t had that side effect (yet). Instead, it is doing what most antibiotics do to a toddler tummy — tearing it up.
(Quick med lesson: Antiobiotics kill bacteria. Indiscriminately. So, while it’s killing the “bad” bacteria in his ear, it is also killing the “good” bacteria in his GI tract, thus loose stools with (bonus!) no smell. HOWEVER. Because things are moving through him faster than usual, the acids, etc. cannot be absorbed as well and now his poo poo is too acidic and is causing some skin irritation.)
When I called the nurse to see what we should do to help him (one of the sore spots is actually on his tiny testicle — I’ll give you male readers a moment to recover –), she said no juice, warm sitz baths with baking soda, oh, and let his skin air out. In other words, let him have no diaper on for a while.
Uh, not in my house.
So, we did the next best thing. We took his pants off and went outside. Remember that Seinfeld episode when Kramer went commando? Same thing.
I’m out there and I’m lovin’ every minute of it!
Flappin’ in the breeze never felt so good.
And, yes, he did pee on my new back deck.